The arrogant young lady Zhou Shuyao accidentally married the mountain god Shen Qingyan.
Shen Qingyan, the mountain god, is a gloomy and cold person who will attack whenever he disagrees with someone.
"My lord, you don't know... I, I..." Zhou Shuyao was about to cry, "I am my husband!"
The person behind the table didn't even raise his eyes. He knocked his finger on the table and the solid wood table instantly shattered into powder!
Zhou Shuyao was so frightened that everyone was confused, "I, I remembered it wrong, I am Wang Fu!"
From then on, Zhou Shuyao swallowed her anger and lived a quiet life. For fear of alarming his old man, he used his long sword to kill her.
She thought she couldn't be miserable anymore, until one day——
I heard that Shen Qingyan wanted to divorce her.
[I feel happy]
I also heard that he would kill her after the divorce.
Zhou Shuyao felt as if she had been hit hard and couldn't breathe. Her legs gave out. She knelt down on the ground, holding onto Shen Qingyan and sobbing, "I don't want a divorce, husband... Mr. Qingyan, I really love you so much. Can I not get a divorce..."
"Let go." Shen Qingyan pulled out his pants, and at the same time called the marriage officer coldly, "Uncle the contract."
The marriage official handed over one hundred marriage lottery tickets, "The master fulfills the wife's wish and consumes one marriage lottery ticket. Once used up, the contract can be terminated."
Shen Qingyan looked at him, his eyes dagger-like with cold murderous intent, and the hostility around him surged, "Are you asking me to be commanded by her?"
Zhou Shuyao, who was pretending to be pitiful, was ecstatic when he heard this: Life goes up and down so fast, it's so exciting!
Without even wiping the tears from her face, she jumped directly onto the table.
"You can make any wish?" She twirled her lotus, played with it, and smiled sweetly and innocently at Shen Qingyan, "Then let's call you daddy first."
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Zhou Shuyao looked in the mirror and put on makeup, and shouted in panic: "Shen Qingyan! Help! I have acne, can it go away?"
"..."
"Shen Qingyan! Can your skin get better? Really zero pores."
"..."
"Can your eyes be bigger for me?"
"..."
Zhou Shuyao slapped the blush brush on the table and said angrily: "Shen Qingyan, what is the use of a god like you?"
Shen Qingyan almost chewed it up and chewed out a few words, "You are beautiful enough."
Zhou Shuyao's eyebrows curved and she smiled sweetly at Shen Qingyan, whose face was as dark as iron. "You're quite good at coaxing people with your little mouth."
Shen Qingyan's anger surged to the top of his head. For thousands of years, he has been blessing all directions and benefiting all souls! What kind of evil has this been done to be manipulated at will by a mere human being? ? ? If he really committed an evil act, couldn't he simply send down eighty-one lightning bolts to strike him?
Purpose: mutual success